هاتِ المدامَةَ يا غُلامُ مصيِّراً

هاتِ المدامَةَ يا غُلامُ مصيِّراً

نُقلي عَلَيها قُبلَةً أَو عَضَّه

نُقلي عَلَيها قُبلَةً أَو عَضَّه

Bring the wine, lad, and make

Bring me the wine, O boy, passing round,

A kiss or a bite my relish to go with it.

That I may kiss it or give it a bite,

أَو ما تَرى كانَ يَنثُر وَردَهُ

أَو ما تَرى كانَ يَنثُر وَردَهُ

وَكَأَنَّما الدُنيا سَبيكَةُ فِضَّه

وَكَأَنَّما الدُنيا سَبيكَةُ فِضَّه

Or do you not see how he was scattering his roses?

Or do with it what its own rose has done,

And it is as though the world were an ingot of silver.

Scattering itself as rich clusters of light.